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O best of Wives! O dearer far to me
Than when thy virgin charms
Were yielded to my arms!
How can my soul endure the loss of thee?
How in the world, to me a desert grown,
Abandon'd and alone
Without my sweet companion can I live?
Without thy lovely smile,
The dear reward of ev'ry virtuous toil,
What pleasures now can pall'd Ambition give?
Ev'n the delightful sense of well-earn'd praise
Unshar'd by thee no more my lifeless thoughts could raise.
Than when thy virgin charms
Were yielded to my arms!
How can my soul endure the loss of thee?
How in the world, to me a desert grown,
Abandon'd and alone
Without my sweet companion can I live?
Without thy lovely smile,
The dear reward of ev'ry virtuous toil,
What pleasures now can pall'd Ambition give?
Ev'n the delightful sense of well-earn'd praise
Unshar'd by thee no more my lifeless thoughts could raise.
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